Food Wars!: God's Tongue is no match for me.

Moreover, it was only now that she realized the special flavor of the meat sauce on the pasta.

It's not like some regular meat sauces.

Instead of trying to suppress the pasta's own flavor, it acts like an elegant dance partner, complementing and enhancing the pasta's taste.

The richness of the meat sauce intertwines with the smoothness of the pasta.

Every bite of pasta.

They all carry the deep affection of meat sauce.

It gives people a warm and satisfying feeling while they are tasting it.

……

"Hmm~"

"Ahhh...no...no..."

At that moment, Mizuhara Fuyumi couldn't contain her emotions and let out a soft moan: "That's...that feels so good!"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a happy smile spread across her face as she continued, "This smooth and silky texture is simply amazing."

"The pasta's fresh, sweet, sour, and spicy flavors."

"That rich and varied flavor."

"It's like a dazzling fireworks show, bursting with colorful light on your taste buds."

"The noodles are incredibly springy, and you can feel their elasticity and resilience with every bite."

"Everything tastes so perfect."

Talking and talking.

Mizuhara Fuyumi gradually entered a wondrous state.

Immediately, an image of a vast blue sea appeared in her mind.

The azure sky and the azure sea merged into one, with no boundary between them, and the whole world was enveloped in this pure blue.

She stood alone on the rocks by the sea, the sea breeze gently caressing her face and tousling her hair.

She gazed intently into the distance.

The eye, wherever it falls.

Only the boundless sea, and the sky that merges with the sea.

suddenly.

The once calm sea surface was suddenly filled with surging waves.

The giant waves, like angry dragons, lunged at the reef with bared fangs and claws.

Waves splashed out like shattered jade, shimmering in the sunlight, looking from afar like clusters of white plum blossoms in full bloom.

Mizuhara Fuyumi stood on the reef, terrified and at a loss by the sudden appearance of the giant wave.

Those waves...

They kept lunging at her, splashing her with water.

……

"what!"

Suddenly, she exclaimed, "This feeling is...so awful!"

The icy seawater slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her clothes, giving her a chill.

But at the same time.

The impact of the giant waves and the salty taste of the seawater.

Yet it also gave her a feeling of unprecedented stimulation and excitement.

At last.

The giant wave quietly receded.

The sea has returned to calm.

Soaked to the bone, Fuyumi Mizuhara stood on the rocks, watching the waves recede into the distance, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

The Japanese-style Neapolitan pasta dish, resembling ocean waves, caught her completely off guard.

It was like a sudden storm that shattered her preconceived notions about Neapolitan pasta, making her re-examine the charm of this dish amidst shock and surprise.

"no no……"

Fuyumi Mizuhara suddenly opened her eyes, her bright eyes sparkling with disbelief.

Followed by.

She stared blankly at the plate of pasta, a strong desire welling up inside her.

His eyes, which had been slightly dazed from shock, now shone brightly again.

……

slowly.

She stretched out her trembling hands.

I picked up my fork, eagerly forked a piece of pasta, and put it in my mouth.

Her extremely unrefined eating manners revealed that she had already been conquered by this kind of cuisine.

She chewed heartily, the soft, smooth pasta rolling around in her mouth, the fresh, sweet, sour, and spicy flavors bursting forth on her taste buds.

While eating.

They kept exclaiming in admiration:

"Delicious... Ah... Mmm... So delicious!"

His voice, though slightly muffled from eating pasta, was full of sincerity and enthusiasm.

At this moment, the students participating in the assessment below the stage were all attracted by her eating habits and her repeated exclamations of surprise, and they all cast curious glances at her.

but.

Fuyumi Mizuhara, however, didn't care at all.

She was completely absorbed in the deliciousness of the dish and couldn't tear herself away.

The image of that vast blue sea kept appearing in my mind.

The surging waves and the white spray intertwine with the flavors of the pasta dish before you, creating a unique and wonderful experience!

She kept eating.

The plate of pasta was gradually emptying.

Her appetite did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it became stronger and stronger.

At last.

She looked at the empty plate.

A hint of reluctance appeared in his eyes: "Before, when I tasted food, I would always complain that others made too much and I couldn't finish it, but now..."

"I really don't feel like I've had enough to eat!"

Fuyumi Mizuhara sat quietly in her seat, savoring the taste she had just experienced.

Her heart was filled with emotion. This Neapolitan pasta was not just a delicious dish, but also a taste adventure and a profound understanding of the art of cooking.

It made her realize that in the world of cooking:

There is never a best, only...

better!

……

Neapolitan-style pasta.

Just hearing the name of this dish gives you the feeling of a very sophisticated and authentic Western meal.

In most people's imagination.

It likely originated in Naples, Italy, and carries a strong Mediterranean flavor.

Every bite feels like stepping into the streets and alleys of Italy, experiencing its sunshine and warmth.

however.

However, this is not entirely true.

This dish was actually meticulously modified by Shigetada Irie, a Western-style chef in Yokohama, Japan.

Perhaps we can call it a unique fusion of Japanese and Western cuisine.

It combines the sophistication and romance of Western cuisine with the delicacy and refinement of Japanese cuisine.

Compared to the most original Neapolitan pasta, Erina put in a lot of effort and made many careful improvements when making this pasta dish.

She added a little bit of basil leaves and button mushrooms.

The fresh aroma of basil leaves, like a spring breeze, adds a unique vitality to this pasta dish.

And mushrooms.

It is like a gem hidden in a delicious dish.

It exudes a unique charm.

……

"It's absolutely perfect."

Fuyumi Mizuhara began wolfing down her pasta.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but stop what she was doing, slowly raised her head, her eyes full of praise and amazement, and said to Erina.

As a former graduate of Totsuki Culinary Arts University, Fuyumi Mizuhara has tasted food all over the country, from the streets to the alleys.

Whether in upscale, luxurious Western restaurants or charming, bustling alleyways, she has left her mark everywhere. Furthermore, she has tasted countless delicacies and possesses unique insights and profound understanding of various cuisines.

But the Neapolitan-style pasta she saw today was so delicious that she couldn't find a single flaw in it.

"In pasta dishes."

"The preparation of the meat sauce is very important."

"But actually, I prefer the mushrooms to the meat."

Finally, Fuyumi Mizuhara gently put down her fork, her eyes sparkling as if she were savoring the wonderful taste of the mushrooms.

"That aroma has a slight fungal scent."

"When you eat it, it doesn't feel very strong."

"But upon closer inspection, it becomes very appealing."

"It's like a mysterious dancer, gracefully moving on the stage of the taste buds, every movement is just right, making it irresistible."

"The presence of this button mushroom ingredient adds texture to the entire noodle dish."

As she spoke, Fuyumi Mizuhara gestured lightly with her hands: "After all, the delicate texture of mushrooms intertwines with the smoothness of pasta, creating a unique sense of layering."

"On the other hand, you can taste the flavor of meat sauce through it."

"It acts like a bridge, perfectly connecting the richness of the meat sauce with the crispness of the pasta, making the whole dish more flavorful and harmonious."

……

aside.

Erina listened quietly to Mizuhara Fuyumi's comments.

That beautiful face, so cold it was almost icy, showed absolutely no excitement or joy, not even the slightest hint of a smile.

she knows.

My own cooking.